My Bully Took My Wife Pt. 03

When I woke up in the morning, Kayla was already up. She was totally naked and was searching for something in the wardrobe. When she saw me, she didn't acknowledge me.

"Check your WhatsApp. Everyone is going to the beach."

"Some people have rented motorcycles and cars. We need to leave in forty minutes."

I rubbed my face and checked my phone. I started to say something but she cut me.

"I am still pissed at you. Don't start to make things right. Just get ready."

She changed in front of me in a tiny white bikini. The top two thin triangles barely contained her breasts. The fabric was so thin that the dark circles of her nipples showed through clearly. The bottom was a matching g-string. It was narrow enough that the outline of her pussy lips pressed against it. The string vanished completely between her ass cheeks. She didn't take any cover up.

She finished applying make up in the mirror and caught me staring at her. She gave me an angry look.

"Is there a problem?"

"You look... exposed."

"Well you bought this for me. And I am finally wearing it. You should be happy."

I didn't press further. She was looking hot.

When we reached the lobby, Marcus was standing beside a black motorcycle wearing only his swim shorts. His chest was bare and his abs and well sculpted upper body was on display.

The second he saw Kayla, his mouth opened up. He moved his gaze at her entire body openly.

"Are you trying to cause accidents on the highway?"

Kayla smiled. This was the first time I have seen her smile since morning.

"Same pinch back at you."

Marcus sat on his bike and patted the seat behind him.

"You are with me."

I stepped forward.

"She is riding in the car with me."

Marcus smirked at me. Kayla looked at me like I had just said something embarrassing.

"I do not want to sit in a crowded car," she said.

"The bike is fine."

"You do not even know him that well," I said.

She cut me off.

"I know him well enough."

She swung her leg over the motorcycle seat and was ready to go. Her nearly naked body was pressing against his nearly naked body. Her arms were around his waist.

She looked at me defiantly.

"See you there."

With this, they drove away. I drove the car with a few other folks. I could hear suppressed laughters in the car. It felt like college all over again.

The drive felt longer than it was. When I reached the beach, Marcus and Kayla had their mat rolled out on the beach. Kayla was lying face down and Marcus was rubbing sunscreen on her body. Her bikini top was untied.

When they saw me, none of them acknowledged me. I went to the mat they were seated on. Marcus hands were rubbing her ass. He smirked at me.

"Your wife told me you were troubling her after the party."

I was taken by surprise. Marcus' hands were moving from Kayla's lower back to her ass.

"I don't think he can trouble me or anyone for that matter. Just look at him," Kayla said without looking up.

Marcus laughed. Kayla has parted her legs a little and Marcus' hands were now working on her inner thighs.

"Normally I would have been angry. But she told me you bought this bikini for her so I will let you go," Marcus said.

He used his hands to part her legs a lot more. Her tiny bikini bottom was showing bits of her lady parts. Marcus used his hands to put sunscreen between her ass crack while lifting the string up. I could clearly see her bare crack and asshole. I was horrified while Kayla didn't flinch.

"I don't want your wife to burn anywhere," he said.

"Thank you," Kayla murmured.

He then tied her bikini top and asked her to move to face up. He started to apply sunscreen on the uncovered part in the front. His hands were on her exposed tits. Kayla had her eyes closed and was enjoying the touch.

"Your body is criminal," he said.

"I have been hard since the lobby. You know that, right?"

Kayla smiled and did not look remotely offended.

"I know. Don't ask me how."

They both laughed.

"I could not help it. Your tits were pressed against my back the whole ride."

His hands were now near her bottom. He was putting sunscreen on her exposed part of her pussy.

"And this bottom! It's doing nothing. I could see most of your pussy in the side mirrors the entire ride."

As he said this, he quickly slid his hand inside her bottom. This caused Kayla to flinch a little. She bit her lip and was clearly pleased.

"Pervert," she said.

Kayla sat up now. Marcus has finally finished applying sunscreen to her body. Kayla sat in the middle of us but her body was leaning towards him.

"I bet he does not talk to you like this," Marcus said in a mocking tone.

"Look at him. He is sitting like a kicked puppy."

He looked at me now.

"You are still the same scrawny kid who used to stare at the ground whenever I walked by. Some things never change."

Kayla glanced at me and then back at Marcus.

"He is more of a quiet and careful type."

Marcus placed his hand on her thighs.

"Careful is boring. You don't look like a woman who wants careful.

His hand was now moving up her thighs slowly as he continued to speak to her.

"You look like you want to get bent over and reminded of what a real cock feels like."

He then looked straight at me.

"No offense. I am sure you do your best with what you have got."

"It's just not much from what I remember."

Kayla laughed out loud. My face was burning with humiliation.

"You are awful," she said to Marcus. But there was zero disapproval in her voice.

She shifted closer to him. Marcus hand was right next to her pussy and he was running circles with his fingers on her inner thighs.

"He's turning red," Kayla said to Marcus.

"It is the same face he made senior year when I had his pants around his ankles. Some guys are just built to be the punchline."

Marcus laughed. His hand was so close to her pussy now. Kayla was not bothered at all. She looked at me wondering if I would stand up for myself.

"He is sensitive about it," Kayla said.

"Sensitive and small," Marcus said.

"Rough combination. Lucky for him you took pity."

His fingers were running circles now on the uncovered part of her pussy. I sat there listening to my wife and my bully discuss me like I was already irrelevant. On top of it, his hands owned her body in full view of anyone who cared to look.

When someone shouted about volleyball I was relieved and immediately stood up. Teams were formed quickly but no one called my name. Kayla and Marcus ended up on the same side. I became the ball retriever. They high fived and laughed like they had played together for years. At one point Marcus smacked my wife's ass and she only laughed harder.

After the game they ran into the water together without asking me. I stayed on the shore with the bags as I watched them disappear into the waves.

They were gone for around half an hour. When they came back, Marcus's hands were around Kayla's ass. Marcus looked at me and smirked.

"Do us a favor and take some pictures," Marcus said as he tossed his phone to me.

I did as he said. They both posed very closely. They laughed. He had his hands on her ass. When they were done, I asked Marcus to click pics of Kayla and I.

He agreed and stepped in closer to me to suggest a better pose. Then out of nowhere, he yanked my swim shorts straight down to my ankles in one hard pull. He then walked off laughing.

Everyone around me erupted. Someone wolf whistled. A couple of phones came out. I scrambled to cover myself while Kayla stood with her arms crossed. Her expression was more exasperated than outraged.

When I complained to Kayla, she was not interested in entertaining me.

"It's just a joke. Get over it!"

Later when people started packing up, Kayla reached for the spare helmet.

"I am going back with Marcus."

I stared at her in disbelief.

"You are not."

"I already told him I would."

"I do not care what you told him. I am your husband and I am telling you.."

She cut me off and spoke in a sharp voice. It was loud enough that several people nearby turned.

"Don't..."

"Don't do the possessive little man thing. It does not suit you."

"Especially not after you just spent the afternoon fetching balls and getting your shorts yanked down in front of everyone."

"You are embarrassing yourself. Sit in the car and be quiet."

With this, she sat on the back of the bike with Marcus and left. I stood there for a while before heading back to the hotel in the car.

I waited for Kayla alone in the hotel lobby. She walked in with Marcus after some time. She looked radiant. In the elevator, she barely glanced at me.

In the room the silence stretched until I could not take it.

"I am sorry."

"For last night and for today. For trying to control where you sat and who you rode with.

"I was being jealous and insecure. You are right."

Kayla looked at me for a while. Then she stepped in and kissed me. It was soft at first and then deeper.

She pushed my shoulders down and I kneeled down. I removed her bikini bottom and put my mouth on her. She tasted salty from all the beach water. I licked her the way she liked as she held my head in place. I continued until she came.

After she was done, she headed to shower. I took a shower after her.

When I came out, Kayla had changed into a tight white crop top and short white tennis skirt. She was not wearing a bra and the thin fabric of her top showed the exact shape of her nipples. When she bent to adjust the strap of her sandal, I saw she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I didn't say a word.

"I am going for a walk," she said.

"Want company? I could..."

"No."

The answer was immediate.

"I won't be long. I just need some air."

"When you can, start packing. We need to leave for the airport soon."

I nodded.

When she left I started packing immediately. I wanted this reunion to end soon and put this entire episode of Marcus behind me. I could not wait to settle back into the daily routine with Kayla.

She was gone for almost ninety minutes. When she came back, it was time for us to leave.

On the flight, she could not stop talking about Marcus.

"Marcus was saying the most interesting things about the company he sold."

"Did you notice how people oriented around him at the beach? Even the ones who barely knew him."

"It is like he walks into a space and gravity changes."

I listened and nodded. I didn't want to say anything for fear of upsetting her. I felt she will forget about him soon.

Back home, things were different. Our minimal sex life halted completely and eventually evolved.

Any time I would touch her, she would turn me away citing reasons like exhaustion, work commitment, etc. Then packets started arriving with numerous sex toys. There were vibrators and dildos in various shapes and sizes. She would use them in front of me with my participation limited to licking her as she inserted a big dildo inside or use a vibrator. Sometimes she would use the toys after she has turned me down and presumed I have slept.

A few days later, packets with expensive lingerie, sexy baby dolls and skimpy clothes began to arrive. She would try them in front of me or when I was not around. She would click selfies in the mirror. Sometimes she would hand me over her phone so that I can click pics. She wore all this sexy stuff around the apartment like it was nothing.

One day when I came back from work, she answered the door in a red lingerie set. She was wearing red stockings and black color heels. She was looking super hot. She asked me to click a few photos of her and I duly obliged. She was quite happy with the outcome.

"I am thinking of posting this on my Instagram," she said to me.

I looked at her to confirm if she was serious or joking. She showed me 2 pics she planned to post. One was at the front angle and another was from behind.

"You look super hot but are you sure?" I asked her.

She nodded. I knew she was not afraid to show off her body but this was new even for her. I have always felt proud of showing her off.

"Is it ok if I give you credit for the pic?" She asked.

"Definitely."

I smiled and kissed her. She posted the pics and went to her home office for a client call. Lately she has been quite busy with work and evening client calls.

I went to the bedroom and took off my pants and underwear. I looked at her pic she had just posted and started to jerk off.

Then I saw a comment from Marcus on her post.

"This is good but for the next one, I want you bent over. Shrimp d**k, do a better job next time."

I stopped jerking off. My bully was friends with my wife on Instagram and humiliated me publicly.

I waited for Kayla's call to be over and waited outside the door of her home office. In between, Kayla has responded with laughing emoji. As soon as she came out, I spoke in a shrill voice.

"This is fucked up."

My voice came out rougher than I intended.

"You are Instagram friends with him?"

Kayla looked at me like she had no idea what had happened.

"Marcus?" She asked.

I nodded and spoke again.

"You are Instagram friends with the guy who spent an entire weekend humiliating me in front of everyone."

"On top of that, he is commenting like that on your pictures."

Kayla was calm when she spoke.

"They are just comments. You are being dramatic."

"Dramatic? He pulled my shorts down in front of everyone."

"He spent two days making me look like a joke. And now you are posting lingerie pics for him to comment on."

"I post what I want. He comments on what he wants."

"If you can't handle other men finding your wife attractive, that's your problem. Moreover I showed you these pics before posting."

"It's not about other men. It's about him."

"Then get over it."

"He called me a shrimp dick. Can you at least delete the post?"

She laughed and walked away.

The fight escalated and stretched to a few days. I slept in the guest room. She went about her business like normal. She would be unbothered if I walked into the room while she was using her sex toys. She would roam around the house in crotchless panties and open cup teddies.

In the end I was the one who apologised.

"I am sorry. I overreacted."

"You are free to post whatever you want."

She looked at me and handed me her phone.

"Of course I know that. Now click a few more pics. I want to make another post."

**Kayla's version

I chose the tiny bikini for Marcus and no one else.

I wanted to tear him and make it impossible for him to not fuck me. It was funny to see the look on his face when he saw me in the lobby.

He himself was looking delicious and when he told me I was riding with him, I was more than willing.

On the motorcycle I pressed my nearly naked body against his bare back and roamed my hands freely on his hard cock over his shorts. The entire ride, I was imagining his big thick cock pushing inside me and stretching me.

At the beach his hands were all over me and he got even bolder when my husband appeared. He didn't stop even after I sat up and was literally rubbing my pussy in front of him. All the sexual flirting and the way he casually put him down made me so wet.

In the water Marcus didn't waste any time. He slid the string of my bikini bottom under water and inserted his fingers inside my pussy. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders. I was moaning in his ears and came pretty quickly.

Immediately after, I took his cock out. It was so hard and so big. It felt so much better in my hands than I imagined. I worked him under the water until he came against my stomach.

I felt better but I wanted the real thing.

On the ride back to the hotel, as soon as there was a secluded corner, he parked the motorcycle. We kissed while still seated. He then bent me over the seat and pushed the bikini bottom to the side. He drove hard inside me with powerful thrust.

I literally saw the stars. I could not remember when I felt like this last. He grabbed me by my hairs and fucked me deep and relentless.

I came before him. When he cummed inside me, the force and warmth of his cum made me cum second time.

"Next time I am taking my time with you," he told me.

I didn't want to go. I wanted him to fuck me again. When we reached the hotel, I was dripping with his cum. I didn't even see my husband. In the elevator, I was just thinking about Marcus's thick cock.

When my husband apologized in the room, I felt anger towards him for keeping me away from the pleasure I deserve. That's why I made him taste the cum of his bully from my pussy. He devoured everything eagerly without knowing he is cleaning cum of a guy who has just fucked his wife.

I was keen to get back to Marcus again. I decided to wear no underwear so that we don't waste even a single second. I was wet for him again.

Marcus opened his door on the first knock. He was shirtless and still wearing swim shorts from the beach. I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around him. We kissed. He then put me on the bed and inserted his hard cock inside my wet pussy. He stayed on top of me and continued to kiss me as he fucked me.

Once he cummed inside me, we both went to take a shower. While taking a shower, we were still kissing.

"I made him clean me," I whispered in his ears.

He looked at me surprised.

"I made my husband clean up your cum from my pussy."

He gave me a proud look. I continued.

"He had no idea. He went on his knees and ate everything so eagerly."

He put his hand on my pussy and started to rub it.

"Tell me how it felt," he said slowly in my ears.

"It felt perfect. His tongue was so grateful."

His other hand was now mauling my tits. I was moaning lightly as I was speaking.

"The whole time... I was thinking about your cock. About how much... bigger you are."

He now held me by my neck and forced me down.

"Get on your knees now, slut."

I immediately did. I sucked on his dick eagerly while he continued to talk filthy.

"You are my slut now."

"Say it."

He grabbed my head and forced my mouth down his dick. I gasped for air. He let me go after a few seconds. Immediately he landed 2 hard blows on my face. No one has ever done that. But it made me wetter.

"Say it slut."

"I am your slut."

He slapped me again.

"Look at me when you say it."

I look at him.

"I am your slut."

He patted my cheeks like I am a pet.

"Good girl! It has been a long time since you have been with a real man. I need to train you how to be a better fuck hole."

I nodded and mumbled sorry. The perfect gentleman who was treating me like a queen was now treating me like a cheap whore and I was loving it even more.

He continued fucking my mouth until he came inside it. He ordered me to swallow every drop and I promptly did. This was my first time swallowing cum.

He then carried me to bed and threw me on it. He then turned me around so that I was on my stomach and fucked me mercilessly. I was shouting his name the entire time.

"How does it feel to fucked by a real man?"

"It feels.. good."

"His mouth is just a toy. You are the one who actually fucks me."

"I will never allow him inside me again."

"Oh god.. fuck me.. fuck me harder."

He took his time destroying me. When he finally came inside me, it felt deep and heavy. I had lost count of my orgasms.

"New rules," he said.

"Your husband doesn't fuck you anymore."

"He can use his mouth if you feel like throwing the pathetic bastard a bone."

"You are my slut now. Understand?"

I nodded.

"You need to send me a nude every day. Or whenever I ask. I don't care where you are or who you are with."

"Bonus points if you get shrimp dick to take the pictures without knowing who they are for."

He was serious and brutal. I was getting wet again.

"I will send you lingerie, dresses and toys. Whatever I want to see you in or see you use."

"You wear them. You take pictures. You take videos. Clear?"

I nodded again.

"I will see you again soon. And I want it to be ready for me."

I cleaned up and left. He didn't want to kiss my mouth as I had just swallowed his load. But I could not shake him off from my body. On the flight back home, I could feel his hands, his lips, his cock and his cum.

At home I followed all his instructions. I turned my husband down for sex. Every day I sent Marcus a nude. Sometimes it was more than one. One day I was in a client meeting, when I saw a message from him.

"Full nude now, slut."

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I removed all my clothes and sent him multiple nudes.

It made me very happy when he responded with "Good girl".

At home, it was easier to send him pics and videos. Mostly I would take these on my own but few I would ask my husband to take. He never knew these were going straight to his bully.

I texted with him constantly. Most of the messages were filthy.

"Wear the red open cup set today."

"No panties under your skirt for the client meeting."

"I want a video of you fucking yourself with the dildo. Say my name the entire time."

"Send me a video of him licking you as you fuck yourself with a dildo."

When my husband went to the office, I would video call Marcus. I would strip on camera and use the toys exactly the way he ordered. I would spread myself open while he watched and stroked his cock. I would gag on a big dildo as he instructed me to go deeper.

I would tell him about how I denied my husband, how I made my husband lick my ass while I used vibrator on my pussy, how I was imagining his cock while fucking a dildo in front of my husband, how I made my husband click slutty photos of me for him.

Sometimes I would video call him when my husband was at home under the pretext of client call. It would make me even wetter to think he is nearby as I talk dirty with his bully.

Marcus also ordered a remote controlled vibrator for me which I would wear when going out with my husband. He would tease me continuously while my husband wondered what was happening.

I was completely owned by Marcus. I was his slut now.